I like my new job, I’m learning a good deal and I work with fantastic people. The place has an excellent reputation within its own subsection of the industry and will no doubt advance me in the future if I decide to stick with it.

As a child, even as a teenager I never thought I would work in hospitality. While many seem to look upon hospitality as an ‘easy’ job I actually view it as a very demanding role, one for which I thought I would never be suited. I never thought that I would cope with long hours on my feet, carrying things while trying to avoid obsticles and please people.

One of the main problems with hospitality is people’s views on the industry, either mine or everyone else’s. I personally suspect that my view is the correct one and everyone else has the wrong view. Namely most people who I have encountered within hospitality work in the industry while waiting for ‘a real job.’ Perhaps it’s an industry problem, that a career in hospitality isn’t really thought of as a real career. At least that’s my perception of the general public’s view.

I was discussing the idea with my ex the other night, another hospitality worker. We were discussing the idea of startnig up our own little place one day. We agreed on almost everything except: I wanted leather bound menus and he wanted wooden notepad style ones; I want a restaurant and he wants a cafe-restaurant.

I suppose there was a point somewhere in these words, oh yeah, I like my new job.

And just because we haven’t used the ‘Daily Fact’ subheading for a while: Daily Fact number whatever: I was a caesarian birth.

I don’t like hot weather which is why my favourite time of year is Springtime as it’s not hot but it’s not cold either and if I had to choose between hot and cold I’d choose cold. Melting away in the heat under the sun or being roasted like a joint for hours inside a bus are not things I enjoy.

One other thing I have a problem with in the summer is that I can’t sleep. I am always too hot and the fact that I can’t sleep without a duvet makes it even even harder as I get twice as hot.

So what your favourite season or weather?

I am seriously afraid to see a psychologist. In this day and age, with a syndrome dedicated to everything, even the smallest of weird behaviour (like biting your nails), I’ll probably be found to have something and that will panic me (because among other things I do bite my nails). From time to time I keep thinking that I have symptoms that bipolar people have but I have just dismissed it as something normal that everyone goes through. I do believe mood swings is something that everyone has as no one can be in a permanent state of happy no matter if the term gay suggests otherwise.

When I come home from work I like putting on BBC Radio1 online and listen to the Chris Moyles show even though I listened to part of it in the morning while I was getting ready. I truly believe they should have shows like that in the evening too.

I’ve not posted for a few days so I’ve decided to post some daily facts about me to try and make up for it.

1. I started university today. I’m attending one of the better universities in my city, arguably the best in the state. I’m studying business with a major in Human Resources and a minor in Business Management. The campus is huge, and it’s right in he centre of the city as well so I can walk to it, which to me was a bigger factor than the prestigue.

2. I am finding myself more and more in conflict with the General Manager (GM) at my workplace. Firstly I find that she tends to irritate me, but I can sweep that aside. I’ve worked with people who’s company I haven’t enjoyed in the past and that’s never been any real issue, but this week I feel that the GM has really got under my skin.

Firstly she informed me that she was not going to send one of our employees to a coffee training course yet she was going to send her daughter. While I had no problem with the attendence of her daughter (who in her own right is a wonderful woman, mostly) I thought it wrong to be keeping someone who actually deals with the public from attending this session. Naturally I gripped to the owner who had a quiet word and now the issue has been resolved to my satisfaction.

Secondly, our new chef, a friend of mine whom I have known for a few years, said that she had a go at him and went a bit nuts when she found out that I had provided him with a recipe for stewed apples that contains, wait for it, precooked stewed apples. Having a limited food licence we are limited by the ammounts and types of cooking we are able to do. Further more being a small business we don’t have the staff to do a whole lot of food preperation.

We had tried her recipes for stewing apples, but the owner was not happy with the results. He tried a batch made with these cooked apples that we get in and despite knowing the GM’s objections to such a product green lighted it. She had no right to go off at the chef like that, if she had a problem she should have spoken to me about it, not take it out on our new chef.

I find it unacceptable that anyone would treat a co-worker like that just because she disagrees with the decision of our mutual employer. If the owner said he wanted the place painted black, lit up with UV lights and filled with a scattering of beanbags it is our duty to disclose our reservations, but if we are unable to convince him then we must paint the damn building black, light it with UV lights and scatter beanbags. It is neither her, nor my place to go against the decisions of the business owner because it’s not our house that will be lost.

3. I’m not very good at dating, I’ve only ever been in one real relationship my entire life. I have no idea how people who have a new partner every week do it.

Listening to: “Sweet Violets” by Doris Day and Mitch Miller

Today’s daily fact is inspired by the day.

I’ve never celebrated Valentine’s Day but then again I never had a boyfriend on Valentine’s Day so maybe I would have if I did.

Happy Valentine’s Day to all you lovebirds out there but especially to those who haven’t found love yet.

I’m going to start studying at university in two weeks as a mature aged student. I’d write more but I am a very busy boi and Colin just broke a mug which has altered the space-time continuum.

Back on track with the daily fact (crap, that rhymed).

I once was the co-host of a radio show for 2 hours (you know, one of them morning shows). It was all an accident, I had skipped school to go and see a friend at the radio station where his dad worked or something (will not go into detail to protect the innocent) and when I walked past the studio the host called me in and gave me a pair of headphones. It wasn’t very exciting but it was fun. I didn’t tell any of my friends (who by the way were at school) that this was happening because I was afraid everyone at school would find out and the wrong people might hear. Plus I was too shy at the time.

I love my city of Brisbane. Brisbane is located in Queensland which has no daylight savings. I think I mentioned earlier the joke about Queensland being twenty years and one hour behind the rest of the nation, but it is kind of true. Brisbane really is just one big country town. I reflected upon this today as I sat in the Queen Street Mall in the Central Business District and watched pedestrians pass. I was looking for a reason, it wasn’t because I was expecting someone, nor was I just having a perve, but I was observing the people, or, more specifically, the way they dress.

I had left home this morning to go pay rent and buy a pair of new jeans. I’m not great at buying clothes, I like to have a second opinion because I have discovered what looks good on a store dummy does not necessarily look good on this dummy. So I decided to take a break and sit in the mall where I could have lunch and observe people’s clothing to see if there was any particular style that took my eye. There was no style at all, old thongs, board shorts and mismatched T-shirts (on those who were wearing shirts) were all the rage. Brisbanians have no style when it comes to clothes and here I am trying to be trendy and vain.

Daily fact #5 I prefer red wine to white.

Not so juicy this one mate…

I’ve been smoking since the age of 15. I tried my first cigarette when I was 14 (if I remember correctly). I have tried to quit 4 times so far (all of them in the last 2 years) even though I didn’t really want to. This is probably why I never succeeded. It is in my New Year’s Resolution to quit smoking this year or at least limit it to a minimum but only when I finally sign up for a gym membership (also in my New Year’s Resolution).